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THE CRIME ORACLE
Maxwell Grant
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? CHAPTER I. CRIME AFTER DARK
? CHAPTER II. TRAPS REVERSED
? CHAPTER III. CRIME'S NEW TRAIL
? CHAPTER IV. DESPITE THE SHADOW
? CHAPTER V. FIGURES IN THE GLOOM
? CHAPTER VI. THE LONE CLUE
? CHAPTER VII. CHIP MEETS A PAL
? CHAPTER VIII. TWO APPOINTMENTS
? CHAPTER IX. THE SPEAKING HEAD
? CHAPTER X. THE GUEST REMAINS
? CHAPTER XI. THE FINAL VISITOR
? CHAPTER XII. A CRY FROM THE GLOOM
? CHAPTER XIII. THROUGH INNER WALLS
? CHAPTER XIV. CLIFF GIVES WORD
? CHAPTER XV. AT THE HOSPITAL
? CHAPTER XVI. THE LAST INTERLUDE
? CHAPTER XVII. THE NEW ALLY
? CHAPTER XVIII. THE DOUBLE GAME
? CHAPTER XIX. THE LAST ORACLE
? CHAPTER XX. RIDDLES ARE SOLVED

CHAPTER I. CRIME AFTER DARK
The northbound elevated train rattled to a screechy stop. The gate of the last car swung open. A sallow,
squint-eyed passenger stepped to the rough planking of the old station platform. Starting toward the exit,
he paused to light a cigarette, while the train jolted away on its journey.

The squint-eyed man turned about. His gaze steadied after he had blinked. His lips formed a satisfied
smile, as he looked toward the south end of the deserted platform. It was early evening; the platform was
dimly lighted, for it was above the level of the avenue lights. The squint-eyed man was barely able to
discern a huddled figure by the rail of the platform's lower end.

The squint-eyed man approached. As he neared the huddled figure, he noted that the fellow was half
crouched across the rail, looking down toward the street.

Calmly, he clapped a hand upon the hunched shoulders. The huddled man snapped about with a snarl.

The mellow glow of a platform light revealed a pasty, tight-lipped face. Cunning eyes gleamed; then dried
lips twisted in a grin. The huddled man had recognized the arrival. He whispered a hoarse greeting:

"H'lo, Squint!"
"Hello, Chip!" The squint-eyed man puffed at his cigarette. Then: "You've spotted Koker's crew?"

"Yeah." "Chip" retained his grin. "Lamp 'em yourself, Squint. They're parked in a sedan down in front of
that eatin' joint -"